Only a tramp was Lazurus' sad fate, he who laid down at the rich man's gate
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He begged for the crumbs from the rich man to eat
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He was only a tramp found dead on the street
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He was some mother's darling he was some mother's son
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Once he was fair and once he was young
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Some mother rocked him her darling to sleep
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But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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Jesus he died on Calvary's tree he shed his life's blood for you and for me
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They pierced his sides his hands and his feet
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Then they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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If Jesus should come and knock your door
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For a place to come in or bread from your store
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Would you welcome him in or turn him away
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Then God would deny you on that great judgement day
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He was Mary's own darling he was God's chosen son
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Once he was fair and once he was young
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Mary she rocked him her darling to sleep
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But they left him to die like a tramp on the street
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Tramp On The Street
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Norma Jean |